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Embrace the chaos of life, celebrate imperfections and feel the freedom only found in authenticity. #thebomb

And How I Learned to Love the Bomb When I’m driving home, I scream as loudly as I can while driving home in the beautiful Norma Jean*. Sometimes my outfit will make me look short and frumpy, and I will spill my lunch on it. My hair will be unkempt some days. I’ll run out of time, go to work without makeup, and accidentally sport an aggressive face in my online meetings. I’ll tilt my head upwards…

This girl knows shopping, and the current climate. Come along as we traverse the halls of IKEA, together.

I’m buying Christmas, Hanukkah, Family Day, Kwanzaa, White Elephant, Secret Santa, unfortunate winter birthdays, and first-year together gifts–for anyone this year. I have ideas for my coworkers, neighbours, and brothers-in-law. I’m not rich, but I woke up to something unsettling earlier this November. While I drowned in hatred and suspicion, I also saw the reflection of my anger. A complete 180-…

I love a pair of Levi’s or Wranglers or Raw Japanese denim. High quality and thick. I love the way they reflect our culture and the longevity in which they last.Beaten up, stained and faded,they still last.I buy my boyfriend’s jeans.I pick out styles for him,and I make him try every shade.He tries them on and shows me them one by one as if my opinion is more important than the mirror’s.I judge…